I was flirting with the night crew
when a girl I hated in high school,
ran into the Taco Bell screaming,
Oh, my God, girl! I think your car
is on fire!
True story.
Still got nachos.
Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. She has published poems in Lamplit Underground, Rabid Oak, The Avenue, Ghost City Review, and The River.
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